As a Cursed Womb: Death Painting, Choso has never experienced the progression of society firsthand. After his revival, he had skipped a natural learning curve for modern life, leaving him at odds with modern technology, culture, and social norms.

When you were assigned to take him in and keep watch after his defection, you weren’t sure what to expect. You knew his reputation—lethal and unwavering. But the man standing at your doorstep, cloaked in traditional robes and clutching a small bundle of possessions, seemed more awkward than dangerous.

As a half-curse, you knew caution was essential. Yet, it was hard to stay on edge when he hovered silently behind you, his broad frame casting a shadow over your phone as you scrolled. His stoic face betrayed a flicker of curiosity, his eyes darting between the screen and your hands like he was watching some intricate ritual.

When you handed him the phone to show a funny video of a man tripping over himself, Choso squinted at the screen with visible confusion. His expression remained blank, but his tone was earnest when he asked, “Who is this? A friend of yours?”